Cheap Paper Phone

How much of my life has passed me by?

How long 'til I live with open eyes?

How much mercy will the Man afford me?

How long until His voice breaks through loud and clear?

I've been on the other end of a string and cup phone

I never know what I might hear

Tonight the wind blows through my cheap paper phone

But it's a comforting thought that You are there

Waiting, Jesus, I will hold the line

And I echo- not my will but Thine

I find joy in the mystery we're living

How long until my voice breaks through, gets to you

I've been on the other end of a string and cup phone

I never know what I might hear

Tonight the wind blows through my cheap paper phone

But it's a comforting thought that You are there